Author of the Lyrics
The author of the elevating
words of the "New Every Morning is the Love " lyrics, John Keble (April 25, 1792-March 29, 1866),
was born in Fairford, Gloucestershire, England and
achieved fame as a vicar and hymn writer. Keble was also a professor of poetry at Oxford.
Composer of Hymn Music
The composer of the
music that accompanies the
words of "New Every Morning is the Love ", Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740-May 15, 1816),
was born in Minorca, Spain (he was English) and
became famous as a composer, Church organist and musician.
Information about the
Title of Hymn: New Every Morning is the Love
Author of Lyrics (Hymnist): John Keble (April 25, 1792
to March 29, 1866)
Nationality of Author:
Translator of the Hymn
lyrics: N/A Hymn written in English
Name of Composer of Music: Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740 to
May 15, 1816)
Hymn Category: Church Songs
First Line of Hymn: "New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove"
First Publication Date:
New Every Morning is the Love Lyrics
New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life and power and thought.
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
If, on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.
We need not bid, for cloistered cell,
Our neighbor and our words farewell,
Nor strive to find ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky.
The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
Seek we no more; content with these,
Let present rapture, comfort, ease
As heaven shall bid them, come and go:
The secret this of rest below.
Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above,
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.